Buried With Breath

I love how you’ve made my dreams come true,

transforming me, transforming you

I love how I get to share them with you

in between the etheric planes, I can hear you say my name

over and over, over and again…

I am the insane to feel, to heal the insane…

makes me want to suck through your brains, while I hear you speak my name…

in the most gratifying way, sensations rushing,

amaze…I wish you’d really come out and play…maybe one day, maybe one day.


Is this how the gods of this game raise up their star players once again?

Liking to keep it different, not of mundane,

lightning in my veins

Thunder in my heart, breath that brings sparks

shooting out into the distant arc

down the inside of my face, the extreme joy, the extreme pain

Zigzagging back up again ’round the pole that’s been lain

antennae connected to all layers, planes

with the ability to once again be sane.


On the pendulum now it seems we glide

back and forth

deep breaths bring relief

and side to side…

all my pride now set to the side, no longer can I hide

have to write what I feel inside,

’cause I never again want to be buried alive!

wikipedia, Pakistan